Chapter 526 Octopus Under the Glacier

As the black fog rolled, Archibald's body gradually disappeared in front of Ron. Just above the sky, the repairman who was about to break through the barrier between the management office and the Dusk Continent lost the opportunity to descend to the lower world by a hair's breadth. He could only roar unwillingly, and thunderous sounds broke out above the sky.

Looking up, the sky was surging with wind and clouds.

The cracks that had been torn open before were gradually made up until there was no trace left.

The sky had returned to its original state, but Ron seemed to be able to vaguely feel that there was a huge eyeball floating above the sky, staring at the world below!

In that eyeball, Ron felt the rage that poured down on the sky.

Unwilling, unwilling.

Just a little bit, He could enter the Dusk Continent.

Just a little bit, He could take off Archibald's eyes to avenge the one-eyed man.

Just a little bit, He could also clean up Ron, the damn abnormality, and restore most of the chaos in the Dusk Continent.

But this tiny difference is a huge mistake.

But now, Archibald has re-entered the abyss, and the conditions for the repairman to interfere in the Dusk Continent no longer exist. In this case, even a repairman like him is not qualified to enter the repairman. He can only watch Archibald disappear from his sight and watch Ron, that guy, show off his power in the Dusk Continent.

Humiliation.

As an administrator, as a repairman of the world line, when has he ever been humiliated like this.

In the sky, the roaring sound is like thunder, one after another, but no matter how scary the roar is, no matter how many creatures are frightened, it can't cause any harm to the lower world.

Even Ron quickly lost interest after listening to the repairman's roar a few times. Maybe this is called impotent rage?

Although Ron can't do anything to the repairman now, looking at the repairman's impotent and furious appearance, the vanity in his heart is still greatly satisfied. After smiling, Ron turned his eyes to look around.

Without the support of the law of time, the bodies of 200,000 bearmen fell to the ground, motionless. In the cold wind, the manes that had lost their original luster and were like weeds fluttered casually.

The skeletons with clear outlines were wrapped in wrinkled bear skins.

It was hard to imagine what kind of pain they had endured before they died.

Ron frowned.

He suddenly felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

200,000 elite bearmen died. Although the bearmen were not completely wiped out, they were basically not much different. Now there are only a group of old, weak and disabled bearmen left. In the orc territory, let alone other tribes, even this bad weather is enough to take away the future of the bearmen.

But... did he really do this?

200,000.

Ron felt that he should not be such a bloodthirsty person, but for some reason, when he slaughtered 200,000 bearmen, he didn't have any mercy in his heart.

It was as if they were just a group of ants, and they were killed without any ripples in his heart.

Could it be that this was the sequelae of entering the realm of destruction?

In the game, the division of realms is not so obvious, but it is just to continuously upgrade the level. When the level cannot be upgraded, do a breakthrough task and enter the next realm.

There is naturally no such thing as realm perception.

Although there is a text introduction, to be honest, who would take that thing seriously?

Perhaps, the impact of the realm of destruction on the practitioners is that the soul gradually becomes bloodthirsty, cruel, and bloodthirsty? To gradually pursue perfection in killing?

Or, as the realm is upgraded, the human nature of the practitioners will gradually weaken, while the divinity will gradually increase?

And the divinity is indifferent.

Ron thought about it seriously, but he could not get an accurate answer after all.

Fortunately, he is not the type who will get stuck in a dead end and can't get out. Just don't think about things that you can't figure out.

In short, all seven of the Orcs' guardians of fate died in this conflict, which was enough. Without these guys, at least he didn't have to worry about being backstabbed when fighting against the evil spirits. The mission was successfully completed.

As for the energy loss?

To be honest, it was really a trivial matter.

For Ron now, the energy consumed before can be restored in a few breaths.

Noctis didn't know where he ran away.

The war here was over, and Noctis didn't reappear.

He originally wanted to take advantage of this conflict to kill Noctis. Although that guy was not a guardian of fate, he was a tool man in the repairman's eyes. Although his strength was not very good, he still had a very subtle possibility of causing him a little trouble.

It was a pity that the guy actually gave him the life-saving substitute doll before the conflict, which made Ron soft-hearted and didn't kill him directly.

Never mind, never mind, he is just a small character who is not worth mentioning. If this guy knows what is good for him, it is not impossible to let him live. But if Noctis himself does not learn from his mistakes and still wants to die, then the friendship between the substitute doll and Noctis will end here.

Shaking his head, Ron stopped thinking about Noctis. Compared with Noctis, Ron is more concerned about Philomena.

After all, Philomena is Archibald's only daughter.

Although it seems that Archibald is not a daughter-obsessed person, he is not much better.

He had always been the one to get the wool from Archibald before, but now this fellow villager came to him for the first time. Ron felt that if nothing else, even if it was just for the sake of fellow villagers, this matter had to be done beautifully. If Philomena really had any problems, there might be an irreparable rift between the fellow villagers.

At this moment, Ron did not care about the problem of magic power loss, and flew towards the Far North with a stream of light.

Shortly after Ron's figure disappeared, a figure gradually emerged from the void. Who else could it be but Noctis?

This guy never left too far from the beginning to the end, and he was always wandering around the battlefield... Or rather, Noctis escaped, escaped very far, but came back again for some uncontrollable reason.

He had been hiding in the void, right above this battlefield, so close but Ron was unable to detect him.

Even Archibald, who was focusing on the repairman, was unable to detect Noctis's existence.

If you look closely, you will find that Noctis is obviously different now. Although his figure and appearance are still the same, his aura is completely different from before.

Compared with his previous flamboyant temperament, Noctis is now obviously more restrained, but the pair of pure white wings behind him are now covered with a layer of light gray mist, and the size of the wings seems to be much larger than before.

Although it still has an appearance very similar to that of a human, for some reason, it looks more like a big bird at first glance.

Noctis's eyes quietly stared at the direction where Ron left, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised a cold arc, as if he was looking at a dead person.

But Noctis was not in a hurry to catch up. He first looked down at his body, with an undisguised look in his eyes. This body was too weak for him now. If he really relied on this body to fight Ron, his strength would not be fully exerted before this body would collapse.

He had to think of a way to improve his physical fitness.

And this method was not difficult.

Noctis grinned with a sinister smile on his face, his wings spread out behind him, and his body soared into the sky with a whoosh. His right claw stretched out and grabbed forward. In the next moment, countless figures appeared in front of Noctis. The light was obscured, and the whole world seemed to be darkened. A thick layer covered the sky and the earth.

Those figures were the remaining bears in the bear tribe living nearby.

They were either cubs of the bear tribe or disabled people who had long lost their hunting ability.

Poor the last members of the bear people, they don't even understand what happened to them, they just stay in their nests and live honestly, either sleeping or filling their stomachs, no one understands what is going on, they just feel that their bodies appear in the air in a flash.

Figures subconsciously struggled desperately.

But this struggle is useless.

Puff puff puff puff puff...

Only a series of weird sounds were heard, and the tens of thousands of old, weak, sick and disabled people left in the bear people exploded in the air one by one.

In an instant, the scarlet blood mist turned into a scarlet thick cloud rolling in front of Noctis. The last heritage of the poor bear people didn't even have time to scream, and was directly crushed.

The broken meat scraps and bones fell to the ground.

This scene looks more terrifying than the more than 200,000 corpses on the ground.

But the strange thing is that although the flesh and bones fell, the scarlet blood rain did not fall on the glacier. Instead, it stayed beside Noctis, like a sea of ​​blood, slowly wriggling. Seeing the scarlet in front of him, Noctis' eyes flashed with excitement, and then Noctis opened his mouth.

Huh.

He sucked hard, and his mouth instantly turned into a huge vortex.

Large pieces of scarlet blood mist began to be swallowed by Noctis.

As soon as the blood was swallowed by Noctis, it immediately began to merge into Noctis' body. Noctis' body even began to flash with waves of strange red light.

The body, which was originally normal, quickly became hard, and gradually began to permeate with a metallic luster.

This process was very fast. In less than thirty seconds, all the blood had been swallowed up by Noctis. Noctis smacked his lips and felt that he was still not satisfied.

After a little feeling, he could feel that the strength of this body had increased three times.

This improvement seemed to be great, but it still could not satisfy Noctis. This body strength could only allow him to use his magical powers three or five times at most, and then his body would collapse because it could not support it. Noctis exhaled a little in annoyance, looked around and quickly chose a direction, stretched out his hand and grabbed, and a large number of figures appeared out of thin air.

This time, it was a werewolf.

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Ron didn't know what happened after he left. At this moment, he was heading to the Far North at the fastest speed.

He was a little worried about Philomena.

Originally, Ron was not worried about Philomena's safety.

According to Bai Yuan, although Philomena's realm was also at the peak of the legendary level, the two sisters were no match for Philomena if they really fought. The most important thing was that Philomena had a complete set of powerful equipment left by the blasphemer, and even a holy relic made by the blasphemer specifically for Philomena.

She was definitely the type whose strength could not be judged by realm.

Bai Yuan didn't know whether Philomena had entered the realm of destruction, but Bai Yuan felt that ordinary strong men in the realm of destruction would never be Philomena's opponents.

In addition, with Niafu's help, Philomena's safety should not be a problem.

But Archibald's personal appearance made Ron change his mind.

You have to know that this fellow has been hiding in the abyss to avoid the pursuit of the repairman. Archibald would never leave the abyss easily unless it was extremely important. This time he actually left the abyss specifically just to ask himself to save Philomena.

Archibald's strength is far stronger than his own, so it can only be said that his arrangement was wrong.

Flying at super high speed, Ron's body has almost turned into a pure light, which is really a fleeting light. His own speed has been pushed to the extreme by Ron, and a series of afterimages behind him gradually broke.

On the ice field, all directions are silver-white, and there is almost no difference at a glance.

If there is no large world covered by gray-black mist in front, Ron even doubts whether he will lose his way over the ice field.

I don't know how long it has passed, Ron plunged into the gray-black world.

This is the contaminated area.

As soon as he entered the contaminated area, Ron almost immediately felt the abnormality of this area. There was no trace of any fire, but he could clearly see pieces of black ashes between heaven and earth, like catkins, like goose feathers and heavy snow falling slowly.

When the ashes fell on his body, his robe was corroded with holes of various sizes, and the skin under the cloth was burning.

Some kind of evil, crazy power was pouring out from the ashes, trying to penetrate Ron's body.

This was the erosion and pollution of the evil spirit.

Originally, Ron had regarded this evil spirit as a very difficult opponent, but now it seems that the strength of this evil spirit is probably stronger than Ron expected. Ron has no doubt that if these ashes fall on ordinary creatures, the high temperature released from them can burn the creatures into ashes in an instant.

If they fall on legendary masters, I'm afraid they will lose a layer of skin even if they don't die.

Looking ahead, ashes like this are simply endless, denser than goose feather snow, and there is nowhere to hide.

Although I don't know how far this place is from the location of the evil spirit, Ron can imagine that the ashes along the way alone are enough to cause great loss of energy to the intruder.

By the time the intruder finally appeared in front of the evil spirit, it was already considered a skill to preserve 30% to 50% of his own strength. What's the point of fighting?

What's more, there is the erosion that is everywhere all the time, and the energy loss is absolutely more exaggerated.

Isn't that guy an evil spirit? Aren't evil spirits very brainless? Didn't this evil spirit have hundreds of bottles of violent potions poured by Noctis, how could it be so smart?

Ron dared not neglect it anymore, and complained a few words in his heart, and then he rushed in the direction of the most concentrated pollution.

...

Huh!

The sound of the air being violently rolled up.

Above the head was a tall and thick shadow.

Just above Bai Lan and Philomena's heads, there was a huge and thick tentacle.

The tentacle was at least several hundred meters long and more than ten meters in diameter. It looked like a giant python that had awakened its spiritual wisdom and practiced for hundreds of years. It was dark red all over, and the surface of the tentacle seemed to be covered with a layer of slippery mucus, flashing a strange light.

Although there were no tumor-like protrusions on the surface, it would not look so ugly, but the creepy fear was not reduced at all. At least the round suction cups under the tentacles and the dense serrated, constantly wriggling sharp teeth inside the suction cups were enough to make Bai Lan and Philomena's scalps numb.

Seeing the tentacles falling from the sky, Bai Lan and Philomena's faces changed drastically.

Almost without any hesitation, the two slapped each other at almost the same time.

Bang.

With a dull sound, Philomena and Bai Lan flew back at the same time, avoiding the attack from the sky by a hair's breadth.

Immediately, the huge tentacle, whose weight was unknown, slammed heavily on the glacier.

Rumble.

With the violent roar, Wanli Glacier also trembled.

There was even a crisp cracking sound in the middle.

Looking at it, only countless tiny ice crystals were seen floating freely above the ice layer, reflecting the dazzling light.

Wanli Glacier also had a crack hundreds of meters long due to the attack of the tentacle.

The violent impact directly rolled up the snow on the ice layer and fell on the chests of Bai Lan and Philomena who had just landed on the ground. Bai Lan's strength was slightly weaker. She was just an ordinary, normal legendary peak master, and her strength was far from being so amazing.

The impact came at her face, Bai Lan felt a pain in her chest, and her steps were unable to maintain. Her whole body instantly left the ground, rolled violently in the air, and was blown several thousand meters away.

As for Philomena, a layer of sickly flush appeared on her face instantly, and she stepped back with a stomping sound. Her fair face changed several times in a short period of time.

The mercury lamp suspended above her head seemed to be affected by the violent impact and flickered, as if it could go out at any time.

After retreating dozens of steps in a row, Philomena finally stopped, and her chest suddenly shook and hurt. Her little mouth opened, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The flush on her face also faded instantly, turning stupidly pale.

She raised her little hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She watched the tentacles in front of her gradually retracted. Looking along the tentacles, a huge monster suddenly appeared in front of Philomena.

That was an octopus.

An octopus bigger than a mountain.

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